[Honestly, once Jack somehow, somehow gets himself and a whole-ass scythe settled in a tree he seems perfectly content to remain there -- without stirring or anything, somehow secure like he's just. Used to sleeping in trees?? His profile sure is something.
And he probably would have happily remained like that for however long, but the fact of the matter is that he is: A. Now alive, albeit still in a potentially bizarre form and B. Surrounded by alive people who keep waking him up to say hello and make weird faces at him.
So! At some point McGillis will be able to catch him more-or-less up and at 'em, by which we mean peeking down from the three. He's still sleepy-looking but the sun is bright and his smile broadens easily under it, some fleeting softness in it like leaves rumpled by wind -- and then it curls at the corners and the fleetingness turns into something real, whatever may be.]
McGillis. It is good to be back -- wherever this may be.
[For real he still has no idea where they are? But he's at least worked out that they are among the living and no one has thrown a knife at him yet so he's coming out ahead.]
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And he probably would have happily remained like that for however long, but the fact of the matter is that he is: A. Now alive, albeit still in a potentially bizarre form and B. Surrounded by alive people who keep waking him up to say hello and make weird faces at him.
So! At some point McGillis will be able to catch him more-or-less up and at 'em, by which we mean peeking down from the three. He's still sleepy-looking but the sun is bright and his smile broadens easily under it, some fleeting softness in it like leaves rumpled by wind -- and then it curls at the corners and the fleetingness turns into something real, whatever may be.]
McGillis. It is good to be back -- wherever this may be.
[For real he still has no idea where they are? But he's at least worked out that they are among the living and no one has thrown a knife at him yet so he's coming out ahead.]